There is light
From the blue sky
There is evidence of love
In your text message
I have noise & disturbance
It is being human
With a history
Piled up behind me
We could be on the sands
With wind in our hair
Sharing the love
That nature gives us
I have words
That won’t stop pouring
It is being human
With a future ahead
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149